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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.