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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Nas,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.