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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.