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 Mauritius 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Television,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.