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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.