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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.