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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.