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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Moss Icon 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Technova,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.