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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Organ,
Faust,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.