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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
JFA,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.