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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 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 David Bowie 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
X-102,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Wire,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.