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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.