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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.