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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.