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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Japan,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.