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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.