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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Brick,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.