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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
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.