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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 MC5 to the techno 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.