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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Index,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.