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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.