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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.