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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.