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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.