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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Moebius,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.