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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.