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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.