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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.