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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.