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 Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.