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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.