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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.