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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.