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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
10cc,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.