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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.