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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.