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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.