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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.