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 Kiribati 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
MC5,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.