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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.