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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.