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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.