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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Searchers to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.