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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Deakin,
Motorama,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.