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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Cure to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.