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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.