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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Hoover,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.