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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.