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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.