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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.