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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.