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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.