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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Skriet,
AZ,
The Busters,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.