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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.