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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.