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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.