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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Can,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.