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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.