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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.