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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.