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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.