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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.