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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.