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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 güiro 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
JFA,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.