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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.