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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Seeds 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.