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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
UT,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.