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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Mandrill to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Lalann,
MC5,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.