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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.