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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.