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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
ABBA,
Rekid,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.