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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Cramps to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.