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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.