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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.