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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Wire 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.