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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.