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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.