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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Slave,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.