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 Mongolia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.