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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.