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 Saudi Arabia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.