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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.