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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.