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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Slave,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.