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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.