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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.