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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.