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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
The Doors,
The Evens,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.