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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.