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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.