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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.