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 Kosovo 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.