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 Russia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 The Wake to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.