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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.