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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.