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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.