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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.