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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
The Move,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.