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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.