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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.