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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.