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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.