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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.