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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.