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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.