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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.