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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 snare 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.