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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.