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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.