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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.