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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.