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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.