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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Arthur Verocai 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.