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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Monks,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.