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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.