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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.