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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.