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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.