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 Netherlands 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
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.