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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.