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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.