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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Rakim to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.