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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.