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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.