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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.