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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Chrome,
The Names,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.