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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.