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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Index,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.