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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Swans,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.