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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.