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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Crime,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.