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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.