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 Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.