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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.