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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.