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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.