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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.