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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
The Move,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.