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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trojans 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Index,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
the Germs,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
10cc,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
John Cale,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.