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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 oboe 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
ABC,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.