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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.