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 Bulgaria 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.