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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.