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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
UT,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.