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 Serbia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.