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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.