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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Urselle,
The Wake,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.