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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.