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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.