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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.