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 Maldives 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.