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 Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.