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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.