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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Standells to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.