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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.