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 Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
UT,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.