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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.