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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Whodini,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.