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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.