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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
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.