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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.