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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.