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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Lalann,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.