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 Madagascar and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Black Sheep 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.