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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The United States of America,
Franke,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Rakim,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.