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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Technova,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.