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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.