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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.