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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
AZ,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.