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 Barbados 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the funk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
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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.