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 China 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.