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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.