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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Skaos,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.