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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Index,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.