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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.