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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.