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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Gap Band to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.