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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.