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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.