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 India and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Crime,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.