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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.