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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Count Five to the disco 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.