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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.