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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
The Names,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.