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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.