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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.