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 Netherlands 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Magma,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.