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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.