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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.