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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
June Days,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.