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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.