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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.