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 Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Symarip,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.