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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.