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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Can 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.