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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.