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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.