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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Ludus,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.