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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Ituana,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.