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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.