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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.