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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.