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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.