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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.