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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Move to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.