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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.