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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.