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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
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.