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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
PIL,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.