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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.