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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.