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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.