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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.