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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Moebius,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.