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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.