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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.