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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.