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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.