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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.