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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.