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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.