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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Index to the rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.