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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.