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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.