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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.