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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 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 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.