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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths 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?
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.