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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.