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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.