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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.