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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Pole,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.