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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.