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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Skarface,
The Names,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.