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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.