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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.