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 Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.