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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.