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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.