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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.