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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
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.