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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
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.