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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.