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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Fear,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.