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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Faust,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.