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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.