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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.