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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.