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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.