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 North and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.