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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Scion 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.