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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
UT,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
cv313,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.