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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.