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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.