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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.