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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
the Normal,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
The Names,
The Residents,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.