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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.