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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.