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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.