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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
The Remains,
PIL,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
The Move,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.