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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.