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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.