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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Franke,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.