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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.