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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.