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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.