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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
June Days,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.