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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.