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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Television,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.