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 Iran and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.