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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.