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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.