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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
PIL,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.