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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.