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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.