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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.