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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.