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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.