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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.