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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo 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?
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.