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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.