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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.