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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
ABC,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Nas,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.