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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Count Five to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Quantec,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.