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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.