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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
X-102,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.