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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.