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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
The Residents,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.