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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade 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?
CMW,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.