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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.