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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.