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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.