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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Q65,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.