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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.