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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.