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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.