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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Sparks,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.