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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Can,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.