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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gong 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Television,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.