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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
June Days,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.