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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.