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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Mr. Review to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
June of 44,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.