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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.