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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz 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 rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.