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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Swans to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Jandek,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.