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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.