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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.