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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.