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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.