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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.