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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.