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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.