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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.