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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.