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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.