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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Television,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.