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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.