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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.