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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.