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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.