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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.