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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.