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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.