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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.