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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.