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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.