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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
The Leaves,
MDC,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
DNA,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.