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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Excepter to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.