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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.