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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.