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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.