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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.