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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.