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 Pakistan 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.