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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.