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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
cv313,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.