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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.