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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.