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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.