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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.