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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.