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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Franke,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.