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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks 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,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Visage,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.