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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
New Order,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.