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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.