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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
the Human League,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.