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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.