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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.