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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
The Names,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.