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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Masters at Work 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.