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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
CMW,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.