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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.