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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.