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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.