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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Tomorrow 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Urselle,
the Human League,
New Order,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Crime,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Nas,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.