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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.