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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
The Move,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.