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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Quadrant,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.