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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Starr. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
10cc,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.