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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Faust,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.