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 Korea South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.