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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Inner City,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.