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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.