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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Nico,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.