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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Fugs 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo 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 electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Can,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.