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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.