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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.