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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.