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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Rakim to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.