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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
the Germs,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.