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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.