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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Television,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.