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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.