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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.