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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.