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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Music Machine 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.