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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.