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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.