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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.