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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.