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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Can,
10cc,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.