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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Franke,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.