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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.