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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.