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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.