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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.