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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.