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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.