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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.