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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.