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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Can to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.