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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.