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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.