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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Visage,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.