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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.