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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Scan 7 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.