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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.