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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Zapp to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.