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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.