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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.