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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.