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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Wire,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.