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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Jandek,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.