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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.