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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.