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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.