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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.