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 Botswana 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
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Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.