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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.