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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 The Cowsills to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.