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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.