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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.