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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.