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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Ossler,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.