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 Kosovo 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.