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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.