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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.