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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.