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 Uruguay 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.