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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.