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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.