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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
X-102,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.