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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.