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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.