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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.