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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Hoover,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.