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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
the Association,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Scion,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.