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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.