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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.