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 Sierra Leone 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.