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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.