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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.