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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.