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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
The Litter,
X-102,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.