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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.