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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.