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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.