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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.