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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.