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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.