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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.