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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Faust,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.