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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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?
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.