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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Monks,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.