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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
The Move,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.