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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Cairo and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Associates to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick 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?
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
New Order,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.