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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.