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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.