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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.