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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.