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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
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The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.