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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 the Association to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Television,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.