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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.