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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Magma,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.