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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.