Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.