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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.