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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.