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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.