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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
the Association,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
DNA,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.