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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
CMW,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.