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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.