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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.