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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.