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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.