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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.