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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.