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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Gang Green 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.