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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.