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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
the Association,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.