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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.