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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Magma,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.