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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.