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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Scion to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.