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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Franke,
Ludus,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.