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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.