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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Television,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.