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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 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 The Gladiators to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.