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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.