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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.