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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.