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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
10cc,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.