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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.