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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.