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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.