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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Bremen and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.