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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
Gong,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.