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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.