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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.