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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Organ,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.