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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.