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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.