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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.