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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.