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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.