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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.