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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.