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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.