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 Mexico and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Can,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.