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 Netherlands 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.