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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
The Associates,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.