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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.