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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.