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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.