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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.