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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani 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?
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
UT,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.