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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fuzztones to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
MDC,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.