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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.