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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
June Days,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Crime,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.