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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.