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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.