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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.