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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.